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Keeping his hips against mine, I gripped his ass,

and in one swift movement, I stood up. His legs wrapped around me, and he smiled into the kiss. "You're so strong."

I chuckled. "You're so light."

His hands fisted in my hair, and he rested his

forehead against mine. He wriggled against my hard cock.

"Is that a problem?"

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"None whatsoever," I told him, and not letting him go or putting him down, I walked us to my room. I walked until my knees hit my bed, and I laid him down on his back. His legs never let me go, and I settled between his thighs. "You're so fucking sexy."

He looked at me and shook his head like he thought I was lying.

"You have no idea how sexy you are," I told him, pushing his short brown hair back off his forehead. I touched his glasses, and when his hand came up to remove them, I stopped him. "Leave them on," I told him. "I want you to watch what you do to me."

He gasped quietly and nodded. And when we were

both naked, he rolled us over and straddled me. He sheathed me in latex and lube and slowly impaled himself on me.

"Oh, Logan, baby," I gasped. "Oh, fuck."

His pale, slender body sank so perfectly on me. He took all of me, groaning and sighing as he did. I ran my hands all over him, feeling every part I could reach: his soft skin, his pale chest, his thin waist, his taut hips. His long, hard cock slapped my stomach as he thrust himself on me.

"Oh, God," he grunted. "You feel so good." For a quiet, shy guy, he talked dirty, and he took charge. I was easily twice as strong as him, but he never hesitated to take

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what he wanted from me.

Leaning down, he kissed me. His tongue fucked my

mouth in rhythm with me fucking his ass. He groaned and moaned, and the sounds he made unleashed fire in my belly. He thrust, fucking me hard and fast, until I gripped his hips and screamed through my orgasm.

I came hard, spilling over and over into the condom.

My whole body shook as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me. He moaned as I twitched and throbbed inside him and then slid off my cock. He knelt over my stomach with his dick in his hand and poured ribbons of hot cum across my chest.

With heavy bodies and lazy smiles, we showered,

washing each other. I relished soaping him up, running my hands all over him, cleaning him, caring for him. He did the same for me, and we kissed in the shower until the water went cold. We dried off and got back into bed naked. I pulled the covers over us, pulled him into my arms and closed my eyes.

I couldn't remember ever being so happy or feeling so content. I wondered what it was about this unlikely man in my arms, what it was that had captured me so

completely.

I didn't think it was one thing in particular. I think it was just him.

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I tightened my arms around him and kissed the top

of his head. His soft breathing lulled me into sleep.

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Used to early mornings, I woke before Logan and

decided to put his morning wood to good use. I wiggled down under the covers, took his rigid length in my hand, and licked him from base to tip.

He moaned.

Then I took him in fully, sliding my wet mouth up

and down, flicking his tip with my tongue on every pass.

He jerked awake. "Jesus!"

I grinned at him from under the blanket. "Morning, baby."

He fell back against the pillow, and I went back to his waiting cock. His fingers soon found my hair, guiding me as he wanted me, needed me. I cupped his balls in my hand, stopping only to lick and suck on them, then returning my attention to his leaking slit.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned, his voice still thick from sleep. "Brent, baby, gonna come."

So I slid my mouth over him as far as I could and

pumped the base, feeling him twitch and pulse before he spurted his seed down my throat. He groaned loudly through his release, and his whole body trembled while he fisted the sheets at his side.

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His moan became a chuckle and a blissful, sated

grin covered his face. I crawled up his body and fell back onto my side of the bed. His hooded eyes, sans glasses, looked in my general direction. "Your turn," he croaked.

"No," I told him happily, "that was just for you."

He blinked at me a few times, trying to focus on

me, and then he settled back against his pillow. His blissful smirk returned, and he sighed. "What time is it?"

"Uh, quarter to eight."

He groaned. "Not that I mind being woken up by your mouth," he said, rubbing his eyes. "But that's far too early for a Saturday."

I chuckled and leaned over him, collecting his

glasses off the bedside table and handing them to him. He smiled, and I rolled out of bed. "Come on, I'll make you coffee."

I threw on my jeans from the night before and

walked shirtless into the kitchen. Not a moment later, Logan joined me, wearing his jeans and shirt.

I looked up from the coffee mugs. "No vest?" I asked him

He looked at my naked torso and grinned. "No

shirt?"

I grinned and shrugged. "I like your vests, by the way," I told him. "They suit you."

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"I like you without a shirt," he said with a suggestive flicker of his eyebrow.

I grinned at him again, and our playful morning

banter continued well into our second cup of coffee, until a very disheveled Tim stumbled into the kitchen.

He wore only his boxers and what looked like a

monster hangover. We were silent as we watched him pour himself a coffee and sip it while he scratched his ass.

"Mornin'," he croaked.

I tried not to laugh. "Good morning," I said, probably louder than required. Tim shot me a dark look, and I smiled at him. "Headache?"

He groaned. And just then, a slim nameless brunette woman walked from his room through the kitchen, gave Tim a smile, and kept walking presumably to the front door. She left without so much as a word.

Logan's eyes widened, and he smiled behind his

coffee mug. I looked at Tim, and he just sipped his coffee and shrugged.

And then out walked a full-figured blond woman,

smiling at us three men in the kitchen. "Bye, Tim." She giggled and waved as she left.

"Bye," Tim called out after her.

Logan's mouth was hanging open, and his eyes were

wide. He was clearly shocked and somewhat amused. His

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eyes darted to me, and I looked at Tim and sighed. "Good night, huh?"

Tim smiled and nodded. Logan looked at me then

back towards Tim's bedroom door. "It's like those little cars at the circus," he said.

I laughed, and Tim chuckled into his coffee.

"Anyone else crammed in there?" Logan asked with a smile.

"Nah," Tim laughed. "Slow night."

I was still chuckling when I leaned in and kissed the side of Logan's head. Tim looked at me and smiled

approvingly at Logan's sense of humor, put his coffee down, and stretched with a yawn and groan. "What you guys doing today?"

I looked at Logan and shrugged, unsure.

He looked at Tim and told him, "I'm taking Brent shopping for a laptop."

I looked at Logan, like I didn't understand a word he'd said. "You're what?"

He smiled. "No more shoebox of accounts for you, I'm afraid."

I grimaced. "But I… I can't… I'm no good with computers…"

"I'll teach you," he said simply. Then he sighed and gave me a sympathetic nod. "You need a laptop," he

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repeated. "It will save you time and money if you keep accounts electronically, and you can use it as a tax deduction."

"But I…" I started to protest, and Logan got off the stool at the breakfast bar and patted my hand.

"You'll be fine. The twenty-first century won't bite."

Tim snorted out a laugh, and I shot him a scathing glance. But knowing Logan wasn't going to see my logic, I needed a different approach. I ran my thumb across his jaw, leaned in, and whispered low and dirty in his ear, "I had better plans for us today. I was going to see how many times I could make you come."

He gasped, and his eyes flickered to my housemate, who was watching us, amused.

I pulled Logan's chin between my thumb and

forefinger, making him look at me. "My plan sounds much better."

Logan blushed seven shades of pink, but he licked

his lips and nodded. "Then we'll, um, we can…" He cleared his throat. "We could always go laptop shopping during the week."

Tim laughed and put his empty cup in the sink.

"Brent, buddy, you only bought yourself some time." He clapped me on the shoulder and said, "Don't think you'll be getting out of that one." Then Tim looked at Logan, who

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was almost tucked into my side, smiled, and told him, "I didn't hear what he whispered to you, but whatever it was, make sure he delivers."

Logan blushed again and chuckled into my skin,

hiding his face as he mumbled, "I'm sure he will."

Tim laughed as he walked out of the kitchen and

back into his room. "I'm going back to bed."

I smiled at Logan. "So are we." I took our coffee cups and put them in the sink then took his hand and led him to my room where I told him, "I've got promises to deliver, and you've only come once so far today."

I soon remedied that, making it twice before nine in the morning. I undid his jeans, freeing his hardening cock, and I pumped him good and hard while I whispered

delicious things in his ear.

He was a panting, mumbling mess as he fumbled

with my jeans and started to stroke me. I soon took both our cocks in my hand, pumping and sliding them together.

God, the feel of his cock pressed against mine, hot and hard, as I watched him bask in the sensation, the pleasure. I could feel him swell and lurch before his body convulsed, spurting hot cum over his stomach, and not a moment later, I did the same.

I collapsed over him, rolling us to our sides,

keeping him in my arms, my body thoroughly spent. I

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could feel him smiling into my neck.

"Come on," I sighed then rolled off the bed, playfully smacking his ass. "Shower time."

He stared at me with nothing on but his glasses and a sated smile. "That's twice already."

I grinned at him. "And I'm nowhere near done with you yet."

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"Brent, baby," Logan mumbled, still trying to catch his breath. "I don't think I can come anymore today."

I chuckled. "I'll be the judge of that."

We'd arrived at his place and had an early lunch,

only to end up in his bed in a 69, giving mutual blowjobs.

He really did have a very talented mouth.

I traced my fingers around his lips. "That was only number three for the day," I informed him with nod. "I'm certain there's at least another one to go."

His head fell back against his pillow, and he

laughed with a groan, just as his cell phone rang.

He slid off the bed to find his jeans and pulled out his phone. He squinted at the screen, shrugged because he couldn't read it without his glasses, but answered anyway.

"Hello?"

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I chuckled at him and crawled across the bed to his bedside table and collected his glasses. He was trying to put his boxer briefs back on with one hand, talking to someone who I soon realized was his sister. "Beth, can this wait?"

Grinning, I carefully slid the thick black frames into place on his face and pecked his lips with mine. Figuring I'd give him some privacy, I put on my briefs and walked out to the living room. I could hear him trying to convince his sister about something to do with her shop, saying something about the landlord's responsibilities, and not wanting to eavesdrop, I walked over to his bookcase.

Jesus, there must have been hundreds of books—

hard covers, paperbacks, history, fiction, reference books, poetry. You name it, it was there.

Even though they seemed to be in some kind of

order, I didn't even know where to start.

Until one title caught my eye.
Treasure Island
.

God, I hadn't read that since I was little. My mom had read it to me…

"Sorry about that," Logan said beside me. "It was Beth."

"Everything okay?"

He sighed. "The landlord's supposed to have fixed something and hasn't," he said. Then added, "Or won't."

"What needs fixing?" I asked. "Maybe I could have

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a look at it for you."

He shook his head. "Oh, no. Don't worry about it."

"Logan, I don't mind," I told him with a smile. "I can stop by tomorrow while you're working and take a look. At least I might be able to tell you what the problem is."